Nov 2017
I see no ships, 1970
I see no ships.
The wild sea
has stark eyes.
It sees sailors to their graves.
Yet I, a dry vessel,
am wrecked without the wind.
My sails are tattered by different storm.
I see no ships.
The wild sea
has stark eyes.
It sees sailors to their graves.
Yet I, a dry vessel,
am wrecked without the wind.
My sails are tattered by different storm.
Written in London
